Lonely non-good minister

"Yes." Song Yuan responded very readily.

"Is there anything else you need to do later?" Emperor Taikang picked up the teacup.

Song Yuan turned his head and said: "I don't know if the imperial concubine is better, my grandson wants to go to pay her respects later."

What she said made Chang De give a special wink, and then quietly waited for Emperor Taikang to speak.

"The noble concubine is getting old, and the little wind and cold have been procrastinating for so long and she hasn't recovered. After all, her body is not as good as before. Who are the people who enter the palace these days to pay their respects?"

Chang De hurriedly said: "The concubines in Beijing have all come to invite Ann. Besides the female relatives, the eldest son and the second son also came here. The sixth son came the most frequently. He accompanied Princess Zhaoning several times. The second son came back Came here later."

"Didn't the rest of the East Palace come to pay their respects?" Emperor Taikang said in a dissatisfied tone.

Chang De was also a little more careful in his words: "It should be because there are too many people coming and it will be too noisy, and they will disturb the imperial concubine to recuperate."

Emperor Taikang naturally did not believe this kind of excuse. There are not many people with official positions in the East Palace. But there is no trace.

"Since this is the case, you don't have to go to ask for peace. You don't have to disturb the noble concubine's leisure and let your grandson criticize you." Emperor Taikang's words had a strong element of anger.

Song Yuan agreed, and after coming out of Taihua Hall, Song Yuan specially thanked Chang De: "Then I will retire first."

"The emperor is also worried about the young master's injury, so let him accompany you now. The young master's body is too much to bear. You should take good care of him for a few days, and it will not be too late to go to the palace to accompany you when you are better."

Song Yuan appreciated his kindness.

Going home from the palace, Song Yuan pondered over Emperor Taikang's thoughts, and was thinking whether to speak to Song Chun, when the carriage stopped.

"Master, it's Prince Liang." Wei Yan, who was sitting on the shaft of the car, reminded her.

Liang He?

Song Yuan was taken aback for a moment, and then remembered that Liang He was released early because he was going to attend the funeral for Mrs. Hou, so he must not be just chatting when he comes to find him now, don't suspect that he has something to do with his mother's death, right?

Song Yuan thought for a while, then opened the car window, and saw Liang He standing in front of the teahouse in plain clothes, it seemed that he was here specially waiting for her.

"Ninth Young Master." Liang He clasped his fists together: "I heard that Young Master was injured, and I didn't have time to visit the door. I wonder if Young Master's injury is almost recovered now?"

Song Yuan leaned against the window and looked at him, all the joy and grievances in his eyes were revealed, and his slightly pursed lips expressed his hesitation and hesitation to the fullest.

Liang He's cold heart suddenly softened, annoyed why he was so hostile to her.

"The injury is almost healed, you don't have to worry about it." Song Yuan will handle the joy of the little daughter's family very well.

Liang He was even more annoyed: "I wonder if it's convenient for you to have a cup of tea together?"

When he proposed the invitation, Song Yuan didn't intend to go. He hesitated for a moment after looking at Wei Yan and the others, and then nodded. Her reaction made Liang He think that she really wanted to agree, but it was because of Wei Yan. Waiting for others, I feel even more distressed about her situation.

After entering the store and sitting down, the guards were all guarding outside. Song Yuan kept looking at Liang He as he sat down, as if he wanted to take a close look at every hair on him.

"Why would a good man go to Huangzhuang alone?" Liang He was very curious about this matter.

Hearing this, Song Yuan's eyes darkened, he pursed his lips and did not speak immediately.

Liang He thought she was worried, so he specially reminded: "Tell me, they won't hear you."

"I remember that the real culprit behind the case of Huangzhuang is King Zhongshan, so I want to guide Huo Ying to investigate quickly. These days, I accompany you in the palace, and it seems that the spirit of the emperor is not very good, although I know he can do it again. It lasted for a year or two, but Huo Ying did not find out this case too quickly in history, if I can guide him to find out earlier, maybe it can change history."

"What did you change it for?" Liang He was in a hurry, and suddenly reprimanded Song Yuan in a low voice, but he didn't realize it, and still reprimanded coldly: "What does this case have to do with you? Huo Ying Not an idiot, let me guide you."

Song Yuan opened his mouth and lowered his eyebrows: "Got it."

"I've said many times, don't treat Tingwei Mansion as a fool. Huo Ying is not a fool, and there is no fool in the civil and military courts. If your self-righteous cleverness meets them, you will kill yourself." His ruthless look made Song Yuan A word comes to mind, guilt.

Could it be that Liang He also knew the whole story of the Huangzhuang case?
Song Yuan didn't dare to be careless, looked at Liang He for a long time in fear, and then nodded: "I see."

"Why would Huo Ying suddenly want to investigate this case?" Liang He couldn't figure it out. The case was shelved after Zhang Dai's death. Without solid evidence, it is not wise to re-investigate hastily.

He put his doubts on Song Yuan. Since Song Yuan returned to the palace, he has become less and less able to control her, and he has become less and less able to see through her. The series of things that happened always made him feel separated from Song Yuan. Nothing to do.

"I don't know." Song Yuan panicked and waved his hands again and again: "It has nothing to do with me."

Looking at her reaction, Liang He was contemptuous in his heart, how could he not know how much she weighed?
Song Yuan was disgusted by the contempt in his eyes, and deliberately said: "Your mother has an accident, don't be too sad, but have you found the murderer?"

These words successfully angered Liang He, his face turned red, and his stern eyebrows became ferocious: "My mother is gone, please tell me not to be too sad? Just because she taught you a lesson, you hate her, don't you?"

"I didn't." Song Yuan panicked on purpose.

Liang He didn't care at all, he jumped over the table and grabbed her arm, and said viciously: "Did you do something to my mother?"

"How could it be me?" Song Yuan looked surprised: "How could you suspect it was me?"

Liang He stared at her angrily, and the anger that had been pent up in his heart for a long time seemed to find a vent at the moment. He stared at Song Yuan firmly, weighing the price if he did something to her.

Song Yuan also saw his plan. It is impossible not to be nervous. She has just recovered from her injuries. She will be injured no matter whether she strikes back or not. Moreover, if Liang He cannot be killed with one blow after tearing her face, then Nothing good for her.

"You said you would help me. It's been so long since you've been back. What did you help me with?" Liang He pinched her chin. This kind of questioning was clearly looking for a reason to do something to her, so that his behavior could be justified.

Song Yuan looked at him firmly, without showing any timidity, and said bluntly: "What is our relationship? If you have a lover, then you don't even ask me if I am good, and you reprimand me like this, only value what I can bring you. I don’t care about how I live my life carefully, it’s a relationship between superiors and subordinates, so do you have to help me too? You asked me to help you a lot without doing anything?”